Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 244 Whose Child Is It

In the cloak of the night, nestled in the narrow alley, stood an age-worn dwelling.

Henry’s gaze was fixated on his younger sister, who he had doted on for many years. He examined her attire, plain to the point of austerity, and the crumbling structure that served as her shelter.

His eyes throbbed with a sting that could not be suppressed, and the fingers that clutched his cigarette trembled subtly.

Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, he stepped inside the place and scanned around. “Where’s the kid?”

Melora was taken aback. “Has Crystal told you?”

Henry responded in a helpless tone, “Do you expect her to help you keep it a secret and watch as you continue living in this squalor? Whose child is it?”

Up until that moment, he was truly oblivious to the identity of the child’s father.

Melora wouldn’t let him in the room.

Henry extinguished his cigarette, exhaling the last puff of smoke. “Who is it?”

No matter who the father was, he wanted to beat him up so badly and break his teeth.

Melora blocked the door, pleading in a hushed voice, “Berthold and I are doing fine. Henry, I can support him on my own. Please don’t ask anymore!”

Henry’s eyes reddened.

He was but half a step away from her. With an outstretched arm, he pulled her to the side and entered the room.

The bedroom was of meager proportion, not even covering ten square meters.

An aged bed and a tiny desk housing several dozen magazines was all it contained.

Henry flicked through the trashy magazines, all showcasing Melora on the cover, the young lady of the Miller family.

He swallowed hard, making his way toward the old bed.

On it, lay a small child, slumbering peacefully.

His skin was fair, and he had a full head of dark brown hair.

Henry’s eyes turned bloodshot at the familiar eyes and unique hair color.

He no longer needed to ask Melora who the father was, as there was no need to do so anymore!

Henry whirled around, his eyes burning holes into his little sister.

Melora’s lips quivered, and her face contorted in distress as she pleaded, “Henry, don’t look for him! Don’t… I’ve broken up with him.”

Henry reached out, tenderly touching the little boy.

He paused and asked gently, “Him? Which him? Melora, tell me.”

Melora covered her mouth in shock.

It dawned on her that Henry must have realized who the father was.

Henry’s voice was dangerously low as he said, “When did you two become a thing? Do you understand what you’re doing? He’s at least ten years older than you. A man of his stature, in his forties and still unmarried, has had his share of meeting women from all walks of life, so why would he be attracted to a greenhorn like you?”

Melora was crushed.

She knew she had been punching above her weight.

Henry didn’t ask anymore. He took off his coat, put it on little Berthold, and gently lifted.

“Henry!” Melora clutched his arm, begging.

In the dim light, Henry’s expression was as calm as still water. “Either you come home with me now, or I call Alfred to pick you and your son up. You decide.”

Melora had no choice.

She packed some clothes and followed Henry.

the stairs, Berthold

hint of fear in his

gently, “I am your uncle. Your mommy is

relaxed,

the little boy into the child seat

slid into the car, murmuring, “Could you not tell Mom and

“You’re afraid now?”

car and got in. He

silence, he gently stepped

hour later, the car slowly pulled into the mansion’s

her own worries. The sound of the opening. and closing of

Henry holding Berthold, with Melora trailing

for

hushed tone. “Let Berthold sleep with Skyler tonight. You

Crystal nodded.

staircase again, she opened the

tucking the tiny boy into the

had been too long, for the child drifted off

a sliver, her eyes cracking open into slits before she rolled over, pulling Berthold close to her as if she was cuddling a

fair as porcelain and finely chiseled, were strikingly similar,

heart

caressed Skyler’s head and patted Berthold. “This child takes after his

her

in a tender voice. “You must have figured out who

more vulgar than

said softly, “Don’t let the

shot her a fierce glare, but times

“Don’t take your anger out on me,” she warned him boldly as she

tense look

hand. “Stay with Melora. I’ll head to the

Crystal agreed with a

faced with the situations

After all, I am

your brother’s Let’s freshen up first. Let me prepare some snacks for you-

about to step

tidal wave of emotion washed

hand, she reassured, “You should have come back sooner.

out in a

gently and said, “I’ll go prepare something for us to eat. You take a bath first.

Melora nodded.

prepare the snack. By the time everything

cotton pajamas, the kind where the vibrant

Crystal noticed.

beckoned with a tremble in her voice, “Come and eat.

and began

before, she was silent, no longer the chatterbox who couldn’t stop talking like a print machine on

kept

tears. “Crystal, I’m scared. He couldn’t marry me back then, and now…

could she

the past two years, she had single-handedly raised their child, living a tough life worrying about sustenance like

and Alfred had shared good times together. However, they were swept away by the

she would spot him in the newspaper. He

Miller, had lost her youthful radiance. Moreover, the

all, need to vent his anger. But he would never hurt Berthold.” She could not

poor girl

Crystal went to see Henry in

door of the study. The room was dim, save for a single wall lamp that

before him was filled to the brim, a clear sign of

the door behind her, walked to the window, and cracked it

too much!

her

as Crystal voluntarily approached him, sat on his lap, and

cigarette and

on going to Kingdom of Brundela back then, your uncle and Melora may not have had the chance to get together. Those days

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